The Pines - Dead Feathers lyrics

Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher That hangs down from a midwest moon As smoke rolls, out of the windows Of my heart into the sky Where falling stars disappear It's an old, lonely city We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens An illusion of safety A harpsichord on a gravel road My heart's on fire but my hands are cold We tremble in the bow echo So much beauty and kindness In the world it makes me cry I beg of you, your Highness Please show mercy on the tender ones In the low and lonesome glow We tremble in the bow echo We lay awake in the dark so gold We worry all the night We hurry away the days Through the frugalness We go… We tremble in the bow echo We lay awake in the dark so gold